I was wandering through Edinburgh's streets when I spotted these intriguingly old keys through a store window. I tried to go in, but the owner said he'd closed for the day. Dismayed, I stayed by the window, marveling at their shapes and sizes. Soon, he stepped out to leave, and I asked him when he'd be open again. After being momentarily vague he asked me what I was interested in. I mentioned the keys. He was immediately thrilled and let me in, while leaving the closed sign on. I took my time picking archaically intricate keys while he regaled me with key stories.​I guess, I knew the 'key' word.

As a difficult year winds down, we spend Christmas eve embracing hygge. In the soft glow of snowflake lights, under the magic of our Christmas tree, we slowly sip hot cocoa from steaming mugs. For now, only this moment exists.

On November eighth, the US voted for hate to win. My heart has been in shreds since. But, on November eighth, as I tried to help love win, I passed by this picture perfection. As the days go by, I will try to remember that on that fateful day, I, at least, got to enjoy this. Momentarily.